COURTS OF PARIS, NAPLES, ETC, 317
Every day we have tremendous showers and
very alarming lightning, which put an end for
the present to my hobby-horsical excursions in
quest of flowers, prospects, or natural history.
I have painted above thirty flowers, and now
begin to find it difficult to get new ones as the
September zgth, 1802.
The weather has been very hot, but not at my
dear St. Juan—no; there the cool breeze blew so
hard, that I was obliged to shut my windows; at
this moment it is troublesome, and I am sitting
dressed exactly as I should be at Hamsterley,
and not a bit too warm, but am even obliged to
take a glass of wine to cheer the cockles of my
I am here perfectly well with all parties, and
I am very sure that I am one of the most unex-
ceptionable men that could be fixed upon for any
office here—excuse my trumpeter being dead.
There is no doubt Chartreux leads a quieter
life than I do, barring les jours de file. I read,
walk, work, write till dark, and at eight I am in